As time goes on, every speck of light and every touch of cinder wanes. Some of us dim, some of us burn. But all of us hungry. To be an Ember Knight is to cast away your cold outlook and to accept the warmth of your brother or sister in arms. To hold the flames that unite our lost land in the hopes that the Lord may return to once again lead this empty kingdom. We do not exist to kill monsters or harvest them for their armors. We merely stand side by side, enveloping each other in a blanket of forgotten hell. To be an Ember Knight is to speak through the flames and ask nothing in return. To kneel to something that people do not even remember the name of. As no matter how hard the winds of war brush against us, our flames grow only brighter. But in the end, no flame lasts forever... Only with your fellow Embers can we burn as One.